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Aesop - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3

I could make 'em all dance, or I sleep
I could with a limp and make your step feel incomplete
people are made of match sticks, life is but a
note at the craftwork door the last smirk of the the Damien
my box cost siphon third rail juice from poets
inhabit ocean bottoms a bitter rotten scapegoat pardons (note to self)
don't bargain at martyr parliament
where participants squeeze your giggle then whittle sacrificial finalies
I can tie my new faces alone, save your knee offerings
sorta bring puke coughing bunk persona to (I might)
build railroads, find you, and lay tracks adjacent
just to "fuck off" as the engine pulls out the station
what should we do with a thousand drunken
"kill 'em all, their family address, release a mailer"

(dear sir or madam, your son or daughter's embarrassed kind
consuming booze and gut fuel, till they across the line)

I spin gold, your are dirty lapsed
towards the nursery class act impression of a
(yeah I could of been more subtle when polluting gene puddle)
man huddles make us look like cool peeps and I'm to school sheep
towards the idea {*c'ya* - 5X}
this basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold
plantation this picket fence
*TANGLED your dream kitten, you'll probably never hear this song
let alone sip the mission long enough to

(I smoke cigarettes to filter, smoke the filter down to space
now I'm gonna roll this question tight and smoke that shit up in face
now if you were to masks every time fame circus approaches
do you really think maker wouldn't notice? *THINK ABOUT IT)

Okay, died a thousand, and I'll die a thousand more,
I leave footprints in fours, two for bi-peds, two more to the door
caress the utterings of crushed by drudgery brothers and sisters
mothering cabin and madden shit
I'll fix the wing for a penny and a *PARABLE, but this friendship
with a barrel full of ?? pull
I seen guys harbor bad
then wonder why the sitting at the their rainbows ending
rocks garbage bag
with out the seed it's useless (I sat for greed)
patched for boredom a castle out of toothpicks (I sat to breath)
I to hard nearly metamorph castle loose pins
now I to breath as not to disturb the*PLUMMAGE
and I that's not a story, it no longer turns my stomach
wolves in the form of one frustrated culprit
but a love tap full of washed up melted trying to milk it
win a ticket to right white lines sideways melt it smelt it
one to the rungs in my ladder, one love to the gathering of
laughter bats that hung from my
see the jackal met the badger, they were both such bad asses
that clashing wouldn't make (hence my tape deck)
now I ain't gonna name name's, and I ain't drag others in
but I ain't to say that I'm the only cat you got bubbling
your lucky, somehow you managed to befriend some good
who will sit and soak the you secrete, but why? I'm not really sure

(knock the fuck off, his lip across the floor
'til the archival vinyl soak the lure
anti-clarity mechanism flattery burners
fusing a million majesty murders then the crown)

oh that's right, you discovered me right?
offered up the pipe, and oh
all cotton candy when Aesop Rock the B line
he's foolish left in the middle of laying bricks
(oh we weren't building nothing but a great around these stones and sticks)
oh and for the record been rhyming since me and Andre thought we could freestyle
built foundation out of passion and brother tasking
studied dope rappers, vocab expansion, poems and syllable
your just mad 'cause somewhere in you came and went (I ain't the type to dwell)
it as casually non compatible and bounced
obtained status where I could straight critique your after projects like
(damn sounds fresh) or (damn that shit is garbage, what happened?
I'm not laughing)
yeah, but the were broken (you choked)
you made comments to the wrong ?? who out of respect and honor leaked your
now like were both trying to sit and breath dawn so my advice
to you is I say just "move on" {*move on* - 5X}